I'll take this opportunity to be long-winded.
Primary school was great. I had lots of friends and I was in the smart clique. Everyone liked us and wanted to be smart like us, and sometimes we had to let girls hang out with us, depending on the subject. I kind-of had a crush on one of the smart boys Lawrence. I also liked this girl Casey. I got my first kiss in second grade, from a girl named Andrea. That made me popular for a week, partly because I "saved her life" and partly because of the kiss.
Middle school was okay. I had a couple of bullies, but I had a great group of friends. The bullies failed to break my spirit, but I did develop certain biases from the experience. I had a crush on this girl names Stephanie in sixth grade and made a fool of myself. I fell hard for my best friend the next year, and alienated him just before he left town. I was, again, one of the smart kids. That made me less popular, but I didn't care. I got on well with my teachers and my few friends, so that's what I cared about.
High school was a nightmare. I had a few carry-over friends from middle school, and a large group from elementary now. I was the only one left from the original smart clique, Lawrence moved and the other boy started smoking pot. I was on the Quiz Bowl team, which made me terribly unpopular. I was shunned by popular kids, although they still talked to me sometimes. I stayed mostly in one clique but was categorized as a liaison, as I had friends in several cliques. Magic geeks, volleyball girls, nerds, choir, drama. The new smart clique was mostly people I had gone to elementary with, and I attribute that to our kindergarten teacher. She started us off right. I had friends, but no one I was close with. I rarely did anything outside of school with anyone. I had my share of crushes, but nothing serious. High school is where I became lethargic though. I stopped doing my homework my sophomore year. I lost any form of initiative I had by senior year. To do schoolwork or to have friends. I never developed the social skills I should have, nor had a serious relationship. I "missed out" on my teenage years as most people had something eventful happen in them. It doesn't bother me much anymore. I am who I am.
Oh, I came out of the closet to my friends when I was a sophomore, at school when I was a junior and my parents found out three days before I graduated. That was not cool. Accepting community, friends, school. Angry parents. Mostly because I didn't tell them.